oh, try to pin Time down
and It will run from you
screaming giddily like a lunatic
good luck with It
you can't fill up a life with experiences
to slow Its plunging progress
you can't sew up the unraveling seams
of your past
they'll continue to straggle behind you,
puzzle you
even
I can't freeze It
keep those dear closer with their hearts alive, beating
prevent the frantic alterations Time engineers
hold fast the sweeter moments of sunlight, youth,
even the queerer tricks of memories
I see It lumbering backward/forward
wearing Its Jester's garb
could it be am I the real fool as I age
becoming rueful, sentimental, filled with regrets
perhaps
even
rage
Time is never through with me
and yet, always taunting:
"Try, catch Me! " as It cackles with glee
while my heart-shaped net captures only air
a silent hollow place where
Time dissolves into Its echoes and shadows
Time, Time, Time
what does become of us
bewildered I seek inward, upward
and will not find
It
I don't know what It is
that I am supposed to know
and understand
tell me there is more
to It
than nothing.
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